The world, to be fair
Simply
Is not there
If you don’t care.
The notion
That emotion
Merely spices up the nices,
Gives significance to chance,
Provides devices to circumstance
To enhance or dismiss
What you prefer to miss
Loses an essential.
Emotion’s not a triviality.
It’s the basis of reality.
You must love or hate,
Discriminate
To act to create fate
Or otherwise you simply don’t exist.
That robots do not care,
Are not aware,
But derive their drive
From algorithm
Is exorcism of its livingness.
When a soldier or a torturer
Or just an average employee
Refuses to be
Emotional,
To care of what or where
Or how performance does
What performance does
As long as money is reward,
He or she becomes
Mere robotry.
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